“What happened, Mommy?” Issac asked.
“The storm happened,” I said.
“The stooooooorm happened,” he repeated a bunch of times, until he got distracted by a catalog of tonka trucks he found in the backseat. “I want this truck, Mommy,” was all I heard the rest of the way home.
Anyway, that explains why Davis Highway is double-super congested this week and forevermore. This is a couple miles down the road from our church (not flooded) and where Isaac has Mom’s Day Out (flooded). We finally got back north to the bridges that cross the county line and drove under a circling bald eagle. So much circling today.